Weekends Should Happen Every Day

It was a good weekend. Friday evening I gave a bee demonstration to the girl scouts in Saddle River. They asked great questions and had a good time.

Saturday was spent at beekeeping club, learning about top bar hives in Chris’ beeyard. I got home, changed, and headed in to the city with Bill to watch The Most Exotic Marigold Hotel. Great flick. We saw it at the Angelika Theatre in SoHo — my favorite movie venue. Then a slice of pizza, and home we headed.

I made an interesting observation on the way home. There I was, on Dyer Avenue headed for the outbound Lincoln Tunnel, reading the Mother Earth News Community Chickens column. In the city, reading about farming on my iPhone.

What a great world I live in. The farm I’m buying is less than 60 miles from the greatest city in the world. What could be better than that?

We drove past Giants Stadium (or Metlife Stadium, whatever) on the way home, and pulled over to the side of the highway to watch a spectacular fireworks show going on in the stadium parking lot.

This morning I spent time with a local reporter talking about my journey that led to beekeeping.
God, I hope she doesn’t write most of what I said!

Here’s some photos.

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About Silver Spring Farm

I am a beekeeper and organic gardener who is in the process of turning my renovated foreclosure property into a working farm. My etsy shop is located at www.leesbeesnj.etsy.com where you can buy honey, lip balm, creams, soaps and other cool stuff. Bee happy!
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